TAKE A WALK ON THE WILD SIDE

“I’ve had it with you little bastards!” yelled the man as he hopped down the steps of his front porch. Three or four kids scattered like dry leaves on the wind. The man, gimpy on one good leg, could only manage to hop as he took off after the kids. He had mangy hair, a puffy and weathered face that seemed out of place on top of his short and skinny body, and he was wearing tattered clothes that hung on him loosely. He stopped, grabbed a…